1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Legend is a word that now is way too loosely used
Young pups just out of nappies can maybe be excused
Prodigy, genius, wonder boy, a marvel, superstar
With fancy haircut, stylish clothes or flashy sporty car
Just as a quiet reminder, modern players wrapped in cotton
This is an ode to Gunther, man who’ll never be forgotten
Unless you saw the man himself then stop and think again
Legend? Are you really sure? come with me way back when.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 Little did we know way back in February 87,
Starting then a love affair, a match made up in heaven
He’d never shout, he’d never roar but go about his work
A tough nut and a grafter, no need to laugh or smirk
When he played in the midfield, ‘twas like a matching pair
You couldn’t tell the two apart, cos Davey then had hair
He played everywhere at the back and all across the middle
For all round versatility, he was never second fiddle

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 When Colin Murphy let us down and Mountie frozen out
Brian Lennox took the reins and gave Liam a shout
He led us for three seasons then and into Europe twice
His eye for talent priceless, only quality will suffice
He signed some of the best players we’ve had in recent years
And continues in the background despite our current fears
Can’t believe how long it’s taken, to make the Hall of Fame
He epitomizes ‘Legend’ Liam Murphy is his name



A poem in honour of Cork City Legend Liam “Gunther” Murphy.
To celebrate his induction into the Hall of Fame Nov 7th 2009.

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/gunther/